Absconding from the Queen's chambers with an abruptness. Collecting my subjugated agency and caretaking consideration and leaving out the front door, without fanfare. The sound of dissatisfaction in the raindrop puddles. An empty calendar checklist, many days free of the black smear of charcoal reminders. Attempting to age gracefully under cloud-mortared castles and untouched chessboards. A letter delivered silently in the too-early morning. Aluminium hearts, and diminutive geodes as good faith barter. I read the words over and over and over. They are some of the kindest proclamations ever put to paper about me. I wish I could strangle my skepticism with my gratitude. But that would require a different man.
12:43 a.m. - 2019-12-05
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